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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2008 21:35:03 GMT -5
This is a poem interpretation of dreams. I've tried many times to portray these nightly phenomenon in poem form, but have failed. Here's yet another attempt:
Upon the field of hopeful wishes I stride, Wondrous daydreams lifted from my veins. My breath has been stripped of me, my cries drowned By the silence hushing the meadows.
Apples fell through the wind and leaves. Clarity rang as we climbed up to the heavens. The flowers bloomed in your eyes, And we sang, clouds drifting above us.
A blank canvas laid down across the grass Angels engraved in marshmallow surroundings. Logic flew out the window, and you knew That the cold was nothing to worry about.
Summer rains floated across the hills, But we stayed anyway, dancing alone. No one could disturb us, darkness overhanging, And we thought we could never go home.
We sat down in the field, blanket of stars; Darkness enveloped us wholly. Remember those shrouded dreams beheld, Willing us toward the break of day?
Picturesque echo, constantly resounding. I am still; I am moving. My breath has been stripped of me, my cries drowned By the silence hushing the meadows.
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